People say the world's a stage- and I'm starting to think they're right. My life has been one. Act one was lonely, heart full of emptiness that someone filled in act two, the terrible two. He came, he poisoned me, he put me down with violent and cruel love, but so blinded I was that I did not try to stop it, I couldn't stop it. But then you came, with your messy hair, the smell of cigarettes and cologne in your jacket and the taste of champagne and strawberries in your breath. And I'm sitting there in front of you, glancing at you when you're distracted but when you notice and look at me I have to look away because I'm scared, I'm scared your eyes won't meet mine. Now the stage is bare, and I'm standing there with emptiness all around. And if your eyes won't ever meet mine, then make them bring the curtain down.